“If the clinic’s back, my parents probably are too. I’ve got to go back, at least for a little while. Plus, I’m sure they’ll want me to keep going to school…”
“No, I am. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I just… You’re more than the limb you lost. Don’t think that’s the only thing about you that matters.”
"But... what is it..?"
"Gem, Pic.. He broke up with me. He still loves me, but he thinks we've drifted apart and he wants me to be happy. And.. yes, the Clinic was like home. But there's so many worlds out there. Maybe there's one that'd feel more like home."
He put her hands on the sides of her head firmly. "Don't call yourself that. So what, you can't use an arm. That doesn't define you - you might not have even lost it if my sister wasn't in the games. We'll never know for sure, but..."
"Well, of course, but...
"You had everything. Money, status, anything else you could ask for. Then you lost your hand, your lifestyle, your grandfather..."